Inside the classical white office building, two High Priests have been waiting for a long time.
A man and a woman.
Just like Sang Lan, both of them appear to be around thirty, their demeanor composed, exuding the dignity of Superiors.
The two took seats at a round table.
The man is named Uri, the High Priest of the Sun Church in Paris, his strong and powerful frame bulges out his black suit, short hair trimmed neat and tidy, a face of firm resolve, his brows and features sharply defined, radiating a philosophical presence.
Over two meters tall, he's also a giant of a man, sitting head and shoulders above ordinary people.
The woman is named Givenchy, a name with a strong Frankish vibe, the High Priestess of the Moonlight Church in Paris, her long hair gracefully composed, her beauty exquisite, a flowing robe draping her slender figure, an epitome of a quiet and elegant female.
